Unblended Ch. 06

"How so?"

"I heard you need a specific diet for your cum to taste good, and I know for a fact that the girls don't do that, but they taste amazing anyway."

"Do they taste like anything specific?"

"Yeah! And everyone's been different!"

"Fascinating," Dr. Ellison said. "Do you mind sharing? Here, I'll list off some names. Tessa?"

"A combination of cinnamon and chocolate babka."

"Oh, I love babka!" Tessa said.

"What about Michiko?" Dr. Ellison asked.

"Green tea and jasmine."

"If I didn't know you better," Michiko said, "I'd say that's racist." I shrugged.

"And..." Dr. Ellison checked her notes. "Tanya?"

"Cherry limeade."

"And your parents?"

"Cinnamon rolls and molasses cookies," I said without thinking, "which is weird because I would have expected Mama's cum to taste like some kind of barbeque sauce like her pussy did..." My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as I realized what I'd just admitted.

"So, you've had sexual relations with your parents?" Dr. Ellison asked coolly.

"...yes, ma'am."

"Damn it!" Trisha exclaimed, and she pulled twenty bucks from her lab coat pocket and handed it to Helena.

"You had a bet down on whether I'd commit incest?!" I asked incredulously.

"In Dr. Schneider's defense," Dr. Ellison said, "I thought it extremely likely, given some other studies I've been keeping appraised of. Dr. Schneider questioned my ability to deduce it from what we knew, and Dr. Morrison wanted to make it interesting." She looked over her notes. "I have to say, I am very interested in getting some fMRI scans completed, but there's some other tests I'd like to perform before we get to that. Now," she said, turning to the girls, "how does he taste?"

"Amazing," Tessa said dreamily.

"So amazing," Michiko added.

"Like the best vanilla milkshake I've ever had," Trisha also added.

"Yeah!" the girls agreed.

"And after you ingested Ace's ejaculate, you noticed some changes?"

The girls looked at each other, and Michiko started. "Yeah, my boobs grew three cup sizes that day!"

"Anything else?"

"Well, they became really sensitive, not just the nipples, and I started cu-...uh, ejaculating harder. Not necessarily more, but definitely more intense. Also, I'm starting to notice that I can go longer in my workouts before I get winded? And I can lift more. Like, not super strength or anything like that, but things feel a lot lighter lately."

"Hey!" Tessa interjected, "Me too, now that you mention it!"

"Any other changes?" Dr. Ellison asked Tessa.

"Well, my tits are sensitive like Michi's now, and my dick filled out a little bit, but other than that, not really."

"Trish?"

Dr. Schneider smirked. "Well, apart from this incredible dye job," she said, indicating her deep purple hair, "I haven't changed all that much. Oh, except for my sense of smell returning after however many decades. Alicia thanks you for that, by the way," she said, giving me a wink.

At that point, the door opened and my parents joined us. Mom was still in her usual power suit, and Mama had thankfully changed into a full t-shirt, cardigan, and jeans.

"Sorry we're late," Mom said, "what have we missed?"

"HOLY SHIT!" Tessa said. "You really DID turn her ginger!"

"Thanks," I deadpanned, "we really appreciate your grace and tact in these difficult times."

Dr. Ellison introduced herself and filled my parents in on what had happened so far. Helena also admitted to "helping" gather my sperm sample, and Mom gave her an excited hug.

"Alright," Dr. Ellison said, getting everyone's attention. "So, would you all say that these changes are welcome?" Everyone answered in the affirmative, and Dr. Ellison nodded. "Okay. I'd like you all to think about this for a bit before responding. Would you say that, if you had the choice, you would have developed these features when you were first blended?"

As everyone thought it over, I realized where Dr. Ellison was headed, and I could tell that the other doctors had already been briefed. I wanted to say something, but Dr. Ellison held her hand up to stall me. She clearly wanted to hear from everyone before going further.

Michiko went first. "Yeah, I really wished I'd gotten bigger boobs after everything was done. I mean, I was happy with my body, but I felt like I'd only gotten 90% of the way there?"

"I was 99% of the way there," Tessa said, "I didn't know how much I wanted my tits to be that sensitive until they were."

"I'll reserve comment," Trisha said, "my situation's a little more complicated."

Mom didn't say anything for a while, and I could tell she was dealing with some strong emotions. "When Betty changed, she was so happy with the transformation. She hadn't ever identified as trans or suffered from body dysmorphia, but the look on her face when she saw herself in the mirror the first time was so wonderful, like she looked as beautiful as she felt. When I went through the process, I was ready to transform like that as well, but I was already comfortable with who I was, so I wasn't surprised I didn't change much. Betty and Andrew still loved me, and I liked the way I looked, but I was always... I don't know, a little disappointed."

She took a tissue from a pack in her purse and blew her nose before looking at me and continuing. "Being intimate with my son has been a revelation. Here was the warmth and desire I had for Betty, and now I was sharing those feelings with Andrew. It wasn't just sex, it was love, the love I already see between him and his girls, and I was so moved that he wanted to share that with me as well. This morning, when I looked in the mirror and saw what had happened, I knew Andrew had a hand in it, and I couldn't believe what I saw. Somehow, I thought: he knew, he knew that I wanted to change, and it happened." She took my hands in hers and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "Andrew, I know you don't have any control over this, but I want you to know, you've given me a gift I can't ever match."

I pulled her into my arms and we hugged tightly. "I love you so much, Mom," I whispered, and she nodded in agreement.

"IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLLL," Tessa sobbed, and I heard Michi consoling her. Drs. Schneider and Morrison were also moved and splitting a box of tissues. Dr. Ellison, meanwhile, was scribbling notes in her notebook. I couldn't tell if she, too, was emotionally moved by my mom's confession.

Once we'd all recovered, Dr. Ellison turned to Mama. "Betty?"

"I can't top that," she said, "my nips got bigger and I came from Ronnie suckin' on 'em, that's about all." Dr. Ellison snorted, the first real emotion I'd seen from her.

"There it is," I said, mildly disgusted, "thanks a lot, Mama."

"What?" she asked with a shrug. "I mean, okay, I got myself off suckin' 'em too, does that help?"

"Does it help advance the investigation?" I said. "Maybe. Does it help kill the mood? ALMOST CERTAINLY. Jesus."

The room was filled with howls of laughter as Mama and I hashed it out. All the while, Dr. Ellison watched me with a critical eye, and I got the sense that I was being sized up for something. I just couldn't figure out what.

*****

"Alright, we're going to take you to have some functional MRI scans taken with you in various states of arousal, but first, I want to try something more basic."

The girls and my parents had left for the waiting room after some further questions, which the doctors deferred answering for the time being. I was then left alone for about 10 minutes before the doctors returned. Dr. Ellison started explaining what was going on before producing two semen sample cups, each filled about halfway.

"We collected some samples from some of the staff here," she continued, "we'd like to get your thoughts on them." She opened one, took a sniff, then held it out to Trisha for her to do the same.

"Yep, that's baby batter, alright," she said as Dr. Ellison replaced the cap and handed it to me.

"Please smell this sample and tell us what you think."

I thought this was kind of weird, but whatever. I took the cap off and took a whiff. "...huh, it doesn't smell like anything."

Dr. Ellison nodded and made a note, while Trisha raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? It's pretty potent."

I took another sniff and shook my head as I replaced the cap. "Yeah, nothing."

"Alright." Dr. Ellison nodded. "Now, that sample was provided by Nurse Andrea from the blood lab. Have you met her?" I shook my head, she didn't sound familiar. "Okay. Take another smell, just to be sure."

I did so, the sample was just as unscented as before and I said so. Dr. Ellison made another note and accepted the sample back before handing me another one. I repeated the process, opening the sample and taking a smell. Again, it didn't smell like much of anything.

"Okay, seal it back up please." After I did so, she continued. "THAT sample was provided by Dr. Morrison." I looked over, and Helena was blushing a little. "Could you try again, please?"

I removed the cover and again took a sniff, and I nearly dropped it as I got a strong scent from it this time. I took a much longer smell, and Dr. Ellison made an affirmative grunt as she took notes.

"Strawberries and cream," I said. I looked at the sample and felt a strong urge to dip my finger in and try to taste it.

"You want to knock it back, don't you?" Trisha asked in a sultry tone of voice.

"I mean, waste not, right..." I drifted off, conflicted. "Actually, I'd probably like it more straight from the tap."

That got laughs from Drs. Morrison and Schneider, and I was gratified to see Dr. Ellison smirk at me, gesturing to return the sample to her.

"Okay, let's get you into the scanner."

On the way, the doctors talked about the results, and I overheard Dr. Ellison mention reaching out to the Randi Foundation to collaborate on a more robust version of the test we'd just run. That got my attention, let me tell you: the James Randi Education Foundation is a leading non-profit organization that promotes skepticism and controlled scientific investigation of paranormal claims. If Dr. Ellison wanted to work with them on investigating my weird scent abilities, there must have been more to it than my brain associating specific people with specific scent and flavor profiles. That freaked me out a little bit, and it must have shown on my face as Helena took my hand in hers.

"Hey, we're gonna figure this out, Stardust," she said. Her using her personal nickname for me calmed me down a bit, and I leaned into her a bit.

"Thanks, Doc."

When we reached the imaging lab, I changed into a hospital gown as Dr. Ellison briefed me. They would be taking scans of me as Dr. Schneider talked to me over the intercom. Specifically, they wanted to see how my brain reacted as I got aroused. My heart rate and body temperature would also be monitored. Eventually, I got loaded into the device and instructed to keep my hands at my sides and to stay as still as possible.

"Alright, Ace, we're going to get a baseline reading first. No sexy thoughts, yet." Trisha's voice was clear over the intercom, and I nodded in response. "Hey! Stop moving!" I rolled my eyes as I heard snickering, but I was glad to know that they could see me from the booth.

This was my first time getting a brain scan, so the experience was pretty neat. I was enclosed in a giant tube that periodically made loud buzzing noises as the magnets within were manipulated. After about 10 minutes, they stopped, and Trisha's voice came across again.

"Okay. I'm going to talk to you for a bit and we'll start another scan. Dr. Morrison's right here next to me, she's looking a little flushed. I think she's interested in being more than handsy. A LOT more. Maybe, once we're done, I'll send her in and give you two some privacy. I'm sure she'd like to find out more about this crush of yours, huh? Give you a chance to show her how you feel about her curves in person? Mmm, maybe I'll just stay here and keep an eye on you in case you two need some... help."

The machine started up again, and I was definitely feeling aroused, as planned. I thought about Dr. Morrison walking into the room topless, and the possibility of getting my lips on her skin, and I smiled as a gentle warmth started washing over me. I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of kissing her again, only this time, I was the one stroking her beautiful girldick. Before I knew it, the scan was complete.

"Hmm," Trisha said, "maybe I won't send Helena in. Maybe I'd rather climb on top of you so we can suck each other off. I have to say, I got so hot when you said you wanted to return the favor from last time, I needed to jerk off to calm down. I'd love to watch you suck my hard cock, almost as much as I loved sucking yours. Mmm, I wasn't lying when I said I love a man that swallows, you know. I've got plenty of hot, tasty cum for you, and I bet you're dying to taste me, aren't you? Such a filthy cumslut."

Trisha knew exactly what to say to get my motor running, and I was absolutely ready to suck her off at my first opportunity. My dick was pressing into the machine at this point, the hospital gown tenting obscenely. I fought to keep my hands at my sides as instructed, I wanted to reach down and jerk myself pretty bad by that point. The loud buzzing helped distract me a little, but I felt it getting warmer in that enclosed space.

"One more, Ace. We're so close. Helena and I haven't been able to keep our hands off of one another, she's so soft. I can see why you'd be attracted to her, she's so pretty and her mouth feels so good on my cock. She's sucking on me now, and I can see her making a mess on the floor, she must be so wet. Do you wish you were here with her? Do you want her to feed you my cock? I want it so bad, I want to flood your mouth and watch you swallow me. Ace, I need your mouth on me, any part of me! My lips, my tits, my cock, my balls, my pussy, my ass; you can have it all, just let me taste you again. I need your cum, Ace. I need you to cover me with it. I want to be your canvas, baby, make me a work of art!"

Trisha was REALLY good at this. My breathing had increased significantly, and I could feel precum dripping along my shaft. I needed to get off, and I realized that I was starting to burn up. Still, I knew we needed these scans, and I fought through it, trying to stay as still as possible while the scan progressed. Sweat started beading on my forehead, and my hips rolled involuntarily. I was going crazy in that cavern, when suddenly, the table was pulled out of the machine and a pair of lips wrapped themselves around my cock. I came instantly, and I heard wild moaning as I filled someone's mouth. Another pair of lips pressed themselves into mine, and a tongue easily slid between them. I was cumming HARD, my hips bucking wildly as I erupted into my unknown lover's mouth. I could feel cum slipping past their lips to slide down my cock, and I felt that mouth be replaced by another that eagerly swallowed what I could provide. When I finally started to descend, the world started fading. I heard a voice saying my name, but the black pool opening in front of me looked so inviting. I dived in. It had no bottom.

...look, Murder, My Sweet is one of my favorite movies, okay? I fell unconscious. Get off my back.

*****

I awoke some time later in a darkened room, not a hospital room. I was lying on some kind of couch, stripped to the waist, with a soft blanket over me. I sat up slowly, my head pounding, and looked around. I was in some kind of break room, and my mom and Dr. Ellison were talking quietly nearby.

"What time is it?" I asked, grabbing their attention. Mom immediately came over and kissed me, clearly relieved.

"Almost 6:30," Dr. Ellison said. I'd been asleep for two hours.

"What happened?"

"Dr. Schneider talked you into a fever of 104," Mom said, "and you came so hard, you passed out."

"It felt like it," I said, rubbing my face. "Were the scans okay?"

"More than okay," Dr. Ellison said. "Ace, I'm sorry, I should have stopped them much sooner."

I shook my head. "It's alright, a little extra body heat is worth advancing the cause of medicine. Hey, who, uh..."

"Dr. Schneider and Dr. Morrison traded off," Dr. Ellison said, "you made a real mess of them."

"I thought you didn't want Dr. Morrison ingesting my semen," I asked. Dr. Ellison nodded.

"Not until we could discuss how people had changed so far. When we were discussing my theories earlier, we knew if someone new was going to be affected by your sperm, we needed to get them in a position where they could be monitored. Dr. Morrison called your parents, let them know what we had in mind, and volunteered with their permission. She'll be staying here overnight, and we have a list of changes to watch for."

That was pretty crazy. "I guess I should start calling her Helena?"

That got a laugh from Mom. "I think she'd like that a lot."

I swung out of the couch and put on the shirt Mom offered me. We all left the break room, and I was immediately assaulted by a pretty goth girl.

"Are you okay?" Tessa asked, squeezing the life out of me. She had been crying at some point, her mascara having dripped down to give her a surprisingly effective Crow look.

"I'm fine, I just got a little overstimulated."

"That's one word for it," Michiko said, joining our embrace. "I heard you almost drowned Dr. Morrison."

"Maybe? I couldn't really tell who was doing what."

We hugged for a bit before Dr. Ellison asked to speak with me privately. We walked back to her "office," and I sat down across from her.

"Thank you," I said quietly, "you have really soft lips."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said with a smirk, "that would be highly inappropriate." I nodded, immediately understanding.

"So, what's the prognosis?" I asked. Dr. Ellison pursed her lips as she went over her notes.

"You're one in at least one hundred million, I know that much." She showed me some charts comparing hormone levels between unisex individuals, blended individuals, and me. "Starting at the beginning, your body isn't producing most of the hormones it should be as someone exposed to blended semen. Do you know about blend-specific hormones?"

"A bit from health studies last year. There's four of them?"

Dr. Ellison nodded. "Three of them are completely missing from your body chemistry, but you generally have twice the expected level of adenogesterol as a normal blended person at any given time."

"Stupid name."

"I wouldn't have called it 'gland hormone' either, but men are dumb. No offense."

"None taken. That's the one that actually triggers the blend, right?"

Dr. Ellison nodded, pointing out another sheet. "We compared your adenogesterol levels in the sample you provided before the brain scans to the same in the sample immediately after, at least as much of it as Trisha and Helena didn't swallow. They had spiked dramatically by the time they got you off, and it's pretty clear that your body produces a lot more when you get aroused. I suspect your body temperature begins to rise as well as your body tries to process all those extra hormones, as it does in a 'normal' blending, but since you aren't actively changing, they have nowhere to go."

"Except out," I said, catching up, "so until I get off, the levels keep building and my body gets hotter. Wait... that must mean that I'd be able to start someone's blend if I had sex with them, right?"

"Correct, though there could be complications since you wouldn't be providing the other hormones involved. You'll need to talk it through as a possibility with unisex partners before any activity. You'll need to talk about the possibility of changes with ANY partner from here on out, actually, given what we've seen from your current partners."